Taking control of Atlantis…
Was easier than I expected.
Not because they were weak.
But because I was overwhelming.
This was the age before the fall.
Before the legends.
Before the ocean swallowed everything.
Atlantis still stood as a land empire—vast, advanced, and powerful beyond most civilizations of its time.
And yet…
It wasn't enough.
Because power like mine…
Didn't belong in this era.
I stood at the highest balcony of the palace, overlooking the capital.
Even without activating anything, I could feel it.
Magic flowed through the city like veins through a living body. Ancient. Refined. Structured.
Impressive.
For its time.
But compared to me?
Irrelevant.
I hadn't even mastered everything yet.
Not fully.
Not completely.
And still—
No one could oppose me.
Time manipulation alone made resistance meaningless.
A thought—
And the world stopped.
A movement—
And death arrived before anyone could react.
But killing everyone who opposed me?
That would've been… inefficient.
Crude.
And I don't do crude.
Instead, I chose something better.
Control.
The first ones to move were predictable.
Nobles.
Advisors.
Distant relatives clinging to legitimacy.
They whispered behind closed doors, their voices layered with false loyalty and quiet ambition.
I didn't confront them.
I observed them.
Using the Senrigan, I watched everything.
Every meeting.
Every alliance.
Every betrayal forming before it even fully existed.
Secrets unfolded like open books.
And then—
I acted.
One by one…
They disappeared.
No witnesses.
No struggle.
No evidence.
Because time had stopped.
I would step into their chambers while the world stood still.
Look into their eyes—
And activate the Eyes of Destruction.
Existence erased.
Not death.
Not even ashes.
Just…
Gone.
Their absence was noticed.
Of course it was.
But without proof?
Without a body?
Without even a trace of magic?
Fear spread.
Slowly.
Beautifully.
And fear…
Is far more powerful than violence.
For the rest?
I used a lighter touch.
A conversation here.
A glance there.
A subtle push of supernatural charisma.
Loyalty was… encouraged.
I didn't need to threaten most of them.
They wanted to follow me.
Even if they didn't understand why.
Within days…
The resistance collapsed.
Not through war.
Not through chaos.
But through precision.
Now—
I sat on the throne.
Fourteen years old.
And uncontested.
The Empress of Atlantis.
I rested my chin lightly against my hand, eyes half-lidded as I observed the court before me.
Ministers.
Generals.
Scholars.
All kneeling.
All obedient.
And all completely unaware…
Of how fragile their existence truly was.
My sensory field expanded again.
Wider this time.
Deeper.
Beyond the palace.
Beyond the capital.
Across the entire empire.
Millions.
Every life.
Every energy signature.
Every potential threat.
Nothing escaped me.
A slow smile formed on my lips.
"This world…"
My voice echoed softly through the throne room.
"…is far too easy."
And yet—
That didn't mean I would stop.
Because ruling Atlantis?
Was never the goal.
It was just the beginning.